Good cheer had its limits. Much as Richter put forth a valiant effort in maintaining it, the repeated taste of dust clogging his mouth was bound to draw out some measure of displeasure. His face scrunched up in response to the gritty texture, and before staggering upright again, coughs and splutters tried clearing out the offensive intrusion upon his tongue. Despite those many attempts, stray particles remained, a continuing discomforting presence. He ignored this, though, in favor of returning to nursing his battered nose. A paw caressed the tender spot while eyeing the ledges he'd scarcely observed before his unfortunate faceplant.

A little disoriented but still game for pressing onward, traveling the winding path toward the Platforms was far more difficult than it ought to have been for any capable bounder. Several seconds were devoted to regaining command over his feet, exhaustion clinging to them from withstanding the earlier brutal winds of the Twister, but eventually he reached the actual challenges that required conquering next. These proved no true issue for the kangaroo, other than the perilous height; more than once an unwise glance caused sure jumps to falter and nearly plunge him into territory he'd certainly need rescuing from. Luck and natural talent allowed toes to touch sturdy rock on the end of each leap, even if their landing occasionally bordered on entertaining the idea of walking on air. Obstacles cleared, he stumbled farther along.